a sudden chill –
i own nothing.
not even this love
or sweat
or all the piles of regret
i accumulate
or the quiet dust
i lay with
or the way we framed
our bedroom.
i take nothing with me
save this
one last thought –
your shadow leaving
is a distortion
of its former self.
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Reverberating truth, that's for sure!
Reverberating truth, that's for sure!
Thank u Matt!
Thank u Matt!